i wish i could find my brother
he would love the way this light
is cutting through the thoroughfare.
such a sense of foreboding

but this could be Sandy’s doing,
if anything, it’s a red herring.
maybe i’m rushing to judgement.
it could be a McGuffin

either way
it will end how it always does.
the antithesis of every scenario running through my-*******-head at a mile a minute.

the King of the ******.
hers.
rarely mine.

it might be time to put the drink down.